"Why brought ye us from bondage,"Our loved Egyptian night?" --The White Man’s Burden RUDYARD KIPLING
Bear America’s burden--Borne by sons and daughters--Bound by patriotismTo war’s endless slaughter;Where weapons of precisionRend the land asunder--In rubble, contradictions,Faces without number.Bear America’s burden--Wrought by lies to attackAnd quell the threat of terror,Your vengeance, pride pays back;Through speeches stark and simpleWhen mushroom clouds drew nigh,You said you’d free the peopleThat tyranny must die.Bear America’s burden--Preemptive war of peace--Let them taste democracy,Then watch the madness cease.But victory’s not in sight,Nor truth that you can hear:You can never win this fightWith gods and demons here.
Bear America’s burden--You tolerate no viewsThat contravene your grand planWhere pretence is your news.But towns spawn iniquity,With roads that bombs ignite.You mark them with your living;Your dead fly home at night.Bear America’s burdenThe truth you never learn:Those conquered seethe with anger,Those you protect will turn--As their cries expose the lies,Soon they will see the light,“Why bring ye us new bondage,Your lost Egyptian night?”Bear America’s burden--You cannot admit less--Wrapped in the flag of freedom,You choke from weariness.No matter what tales you tell,Whether you leave or stay,These fervent, raucous people,You and your gods have weighed. Bear America’s burden--Was it but days or hours--Hailed as liberators, andFalsely promised flowers?Warnings scorned, wretched manhoodThrough all the wasted years.So fleeting, your vaunted good,Now condemned by your peers.
Presented on a map of the Middle-East, the center ripped out in the shape of the borders of Iraq. The inset, ruins of a bombed home in Baghdad, a deserted street, the surviving homes and rooftop gardens seeming dissolving, crumbling into the destruction.